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life and rap (Lyric) by Angel_of_fait Eminem shot his wife,
Go figure he isnât going to pay the price,
The price of fame don't come so fresh so clean,
But hey you know what I mean,
Get shot you'll be even more famous,
Like 50 cent he isnât even shameless,
Donât matter if you're white black or Asian,
Youâll be popped off like another Caucasian,
Damn Caucasians always thinking they can rule the world,
When really theyâre just a bunch of scared little boys,
In this broken ass world.
Up the ladder:
To Whom I Have Not Long Written
Down the ladder:
Unwanted
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Posted: November 13, 2003 9:14 AM PST; Last modified: November 13, 2003 9:14 AM PSTWeighted score: 4.552989 Overall Rank: 12671 Comments:
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Shardik @ 24.126.116.54
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13-Nov-03/11:47 PM
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A wet firecracker in a dry turd.
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